"Not bad."
Aotian looked at his opponent with a hint of cold arrogance, and the man in gray immediately cried out with glee, "Awesome! Let me take a look at that sword first."
As the words fell, the man in gray darted forward like a flash of wind, hurtling straight toward the furnace. But the next second, with a crisp *clang*, Aotian, the young master of Sword Villa, had already left his seat, drawing the Lishuai Sword like lightning to slash and intercept him.
Chapter 771